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“I scream my war cry and charge,” declared Trogor the ogor. “‘I will eat your livers!’”
“I raise my axe and charge at my battle brother’s side,” stated Hard Head the minotaur.
“I, the mighty Stupendor, summon the arcane forces of nature, preparing to blast it right between the eyes…!”
“Um…” began Hermione Shyblossom, the pixie-fairy. “Is it too late to reconsider?”
“That, like, totally depends, Quiz,” answered Silver Spoon, from behind her GM screen. “Guys? Hermione is trying to call you back, do your characters listen to her?”
“Oh, what is it now, Quiz?” snapped Snips. “Don’t tell me you want to talk to them.”
“Yeah, Quiz. Your character always wants to talk to the monsters,” said Snails. “Don’t you ever just want to hit something?”
A Hollow Gift, Afterwordthe hollow is showing on the outside
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too much is filling this mind
i am regurgitating silence at the yelling and screaming
all i do is hold on
it would be good if my waking hours left me alone
the air leaves my lungs because i can't keep it all in
the hate injects into my veins
feel it right on the surface
i can't get this nothingness out of my gut
The emptiness flows throw my veins and the anger echoes, echoes. Echoes through my ears. Anguish, pain, slows to a hushed angst. The emptiness is fear.
the sum of it all bleeds out of me such that any solace is silenced
the silence touches my skin.
indifference, numbness, quickened to a screaming indolence.
the hollow is easier to accept than everything else rushing in.
Leaking out through every pore, my silver lining flees. Left with this cavity, my hollow, hollow chest. The stillness of the air feels like a shallow chill, it's easy to accept the void when you're pooling at my feet.
pouring into every blood vessel, my black network.